My name is Alice, and I grew up in Lima, Ohio. All my life I was here in Lima, and all my life I wanted out.

I knew I never did fit in with the rest of the girls. Ever since I was in kindergarden, I was never part of the girly girls who played with dolls and played house. I was more into playing with the boys in kickball, dodgeball and other sorts. The boys liked me, well they only did if I kept up with them. I had a few handful of friends, so it wasn't that I was completely a hermit. I do remember one particular boy, who liked to dance in front of all of us at recess and we would cheer him on. His name was Mike Chang.

He was nice to everyone, even to me. We were in the same class every year in elementary school. He was a average student, like me, but the only thing he loved to do was dance. Some of us didn't even know what he was doing, just throwing his arms around in the air and his legs as well. He was odd, but no one cared. When we got older we had to decide whether to sing or to play an instrument. It all changed when I got into the 4th grade, when I picked up the cello.

I didn't want to sing in front of people, that was the main reason. It wasn't that I couldn't sing, everybody could. At least that's what they told me when I had to choose between the two. But I didn't like being fully in front in people. Hiding behind a cello was much better for me, at least I wouldn't be able to open my mouth and say something. But as soon as I picked up the cello, I was home.

I played throughout middle school and high school, going through the rough patches of peers judging me and people talking behind my back about me or other people. It was a bit rough growing up, but I had one friend in the orchestra: Nora. She played the violin, and apparently to our teacher she was very good and could be a professional if she wanted to when she got older. Nora and I sticked together through middle school, and even in high school too where things got a wee bit more vicious.

Apparently we were in the band geek realm, which was odd because neither one of us was in band. They shoved the orchestra and band kids together in the same label, but I didn't mind. I had Nora, and I made another friend named Artie Abrams. I never met him before, since he went to a different Elementary and middle school, so we met freshman year when he was with a friend who was in the same class as me. He's gotten more ridicule since he was in a wheelchair from a accident when he was eight years old. But he didn't show it, he was really nice and became a good friend to me.

A lot of things changed when I was approached by Artie one day during school at my locker. I was trying to get my books in my backpack when I saw him roll up to me. He had a determined look in his eyes as I looked down at him, eyebrow raised.

"Can I help you?" I asked him. We had a unique friendship, if one of us approached the other, the other would reply, 'can I help you?'. It was odd, but it was our friendship.

"I need your help." I heard him say to me, and I could tell in his tone of voice it was a bit serious. I lost my humor then, looking at him with some concern as he kept his hand on his wheels.

"What's going on?" I asked as I closed my locker and placed my messenger bang over my shoulder. Artie rubbed his eyes for a second, something was aggravating him.

"You still take pictures, right?" He asked me aloud. I nodded my head back to him. Photography was another thing I picked up in school. My dad was a photographer, a good one too. He saw how interested I was when I was in middle school, watching him at one of his shoots for a couple getting married. After that, he started teaching me little things, how to take interesting pictures and how to angle just right. It got me hooked real bad, and when I got into high school he got me a Canon Rebel camera for my 16th birthday, one of the biggest gifts I ever got.

"You know how I'm in Glee Club? Well we needed someone to take pictures of us while we were practicing, well Rachel wanted that to show how professional we are while practicing." Artie explained, having me think of Rachel Berry. She was a but of a diva when it came to being a singer, and she was a good one. I saw her a couple of times, and I looked in once or twice at Glee Club only to get Artie and take him home. She was very good, giving me chills once or twice. But I knew where he was from when it was her and taking pictures.

"Well Jacob Israel volunteered to take pictures for us. Unfortunately, he's been taking pictures of only Rachel, and her chest." my eyes widen from hearing that. Jacob Israel creeped me out since the first day of high school, and I knew he was a horndog for girls.

"Can you take pictures? It'll get Rachel to be sane about someone kind of professional taking pictures, and it'll get Jacob out of our hair." Artie explained to me, in almost a pleading voice. I thought about it, and since I had a free period at that time, I opened my locker again and took out the Canon Rebel.

"Great! Come with me." Artie said aloud. Right as I closed the locker door, he grabbed my arm and started yanked me in the same direction. He then wheeled himself and I had to keep up with him, camera in hand and the other on my messenger bag.

"Is this such a good idea? I mean, I'm not that good to be honest, and I don't want Rachel Berry to me yelling at me like the time she yelled at the lunch lady for not having the right salad!" I said to him in a rushed tone. Artie just shook his head and waved me off.

"That salad incident was minor. She complained that she saw a pecan in her salad and blew a gasgit, but it was a walnut instead and she was fine with it. I was right next to her, so I got the earfull of madness. And you're a pretty good photographer, I've seen some of your stuff. With your years of experience and your camera, you're a shoe in for this!" Artie explained to me as he kept wheeling himself down the hallway and he turned left.

"The last time I took pictures of a group of people was in the 8th grade when I took a picture of Noah Puckerman punching out a guy for looking at him like he was interested." I explained to him, remembering that mere incident back in middle school. That poor boy had to be in the hospital for a nice chunk of the year.

"You'll be fine. All we need is a good few pictures of us rehearsing and that's all." Artie said to me as we stopped in front of the choir room. I could already hear some yelling going on in the room and Artie gave me a grave look. Man, was it that bad with Jacob?

I pushed the door open and we both went inside, and the scene in there was scary. Jacob was squaring off with Finn Hudson and Rachel Berry. Puck was trying to not laugh under his breath, but he was later slapped on the arm by Santana Lopez, who was rolling her eyes. Brittany Pierce was looking off into space, as if she caught something in the air, Mercedes Jones and Quinn Fabray were sitting together, looking mad at the situation. Tina Cohen-Chang was staying quiet all by herself, fiddling with her black and blue dyed hair and I saw someone else sitting next to her, keeping to himself. He looked very familiar, but I didn't know because we walked into the heated argument.

"All you've been doing is taking pictures of Rachel, of her chest!" Finn said in a heated tone to Jacob, who was holding his camera and had wide eyes.

"You told me to take pictures of the rehearsal." Jacob countered back.

"Not of Rachel and whenever she turns. You're just as bad as some of the baseball players. All spit but no game." Santana replied in a sighed, looking at her own nails. Artie cleared his throat and the room went quiet, everyone looking over in our direction. I then instantly hated being the center of attention. Their eyes on me made me think I was suddenly going to be pushed in a pool, or something like it.

"I found a new photographer. Alice Everdeen, from the photography club." Artie said aloud. I instantly saw Finn smile at me and Rachel walk over to me, her heels clicking on the hard floor as she did.

"You know how to take pictures?" She asked me in a huff.

"Really Rachel? You have to ask her that since she does have a camera and she is in the photography club." Mercedes said in a cold tone, but Rachel ignored her. It made me think that she didn't believe in me and what I can do.

"I've been taking pictures for about four years now, and I've won at least 3 showcases here in Lima and one in Cincinnati." I replied back to her in a rushed tone, seeing her eyes widen from that mere possibility of letting me do the job.

"How do you know she can take pictures?" Jacob asked in a heated tone, trying to show he was better. I then handed Artie my camera carefully, walking over to Jacob and grabbing his camera. I looked at it in all different angles, seeing what he was doing. I smirked, handing it back to him.

"You had the setting on outdoors, the flash was on so you were drowning out the color, not to mention it was on super macro so all you were doing was taking blurry pictures of Rachel's chest." I replied back to him, seeing him shake in terror form my intelligence of the camera. There was no sound in the room for a moment or two, you can hear a pin drop onto the floor.

"She's in." I heard from the group of students. It came from the boy whom looked very familiar, and I then knew who it was: Mike Chang. I haven't seen him since middle school, when he started to play football and stopped dancing in front of his friends. He looked the same, but he grew up well, very well in fact.

"Sorry Israel, you're out of the job." Puck said aloud, getting up from his seat and walking over to Jacob. He grabbed his jacket and walked him out of the room, and I could hear Jacob stuttering to try and win him over. Rachel looked back over at me, her face was softer this time and a small smile was on her lips.

"All we need are a few pictures of us rehearsing, showing how confident we are and how much as love singing, you know?" I nodded my head from hearing her explanation.

"And please, for the love of god, have some pictures of all of us, not just of miss thang over there." Mercedes replied aloud, and I could tell she was hinting to Rachel. Rachel rolled her eyes and walked back over to the group. Artie quietly handed me my camera, since I didn't hear him at all rolling up next to me. I took it, fixing the settings and looking through the camera lens. I stopped from seeing Mike Chang, looking right back at me and smiling at me.

Did my heart just stop, or did I fail to breathe? Damn Mike for being that cute!

This was going to be a problem, I could feel it